Like rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ’twas wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain – It filled the Wells, […]
The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday 24th February 2014 Calor Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 Central Beaconsfield SYCOB […]
